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Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam Be it ever so humble there's no place like home A charm from the skies seems to hallow us there Which, seek through the world, is ne'er met with elsewhere Home, home, sweet, sweet home there's no place like home I gaze on the moon as I tread the drear wild And feel that my mother now thinks of her child As she looks on the moon from our own cottage door Through the woodbine whose fragrance shall cheer me no more Home, home, sweet, sweet home there's no place like home An exile from home splendor dazzles in vain Oh, give me my low, thatched cottage again, The birds singing gaily that come at my call, Give me them with that peace of mind, dearer than all Home, home, sweet, sweet home there's no place like home How sweet 'tis to sit neath a fond father's smile And the cares of a mother to soothe and beguile Let others delight 'mid new pleasures to roam But give me, oh give me the pleasures of home Home, home, sweet, sweet home there's no place like home To thee I'll return overburdened with care The hearts dearest solace will smile on me there No more from that cottage again will I roam Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home Home, home, sweet, sweet home there's no place like home Text: John Howard Payne (1823) Musik: Henry Rowley Bishop (1823), in Deutschland auch auf die Melodie von "Wo findet die Seele die Heimat der Ruh", die nahezu identisch ist mit Ihr Kinderlein kommet Volkstümliche Lieder der Deutschen (1895, nur Strophen 1. und 3.)

Mid pleasures and palaces though we may roam
Be it ever so humble there’s no place like home
A charm from the skies seems to [...] ...

Heimatlieder | Liederzeit: | 1823